Dillan's Magic

DILLAN'S MAGIC By RickyF

(MM, authoritarian, Dom/sub, relationship, romance, foot-fetish)

Email - stories@nc.rr.com -- Please note that I am transitioning away from the email address I once used for my stories to this new one.

DISCLAIMER: The following story is a work of FICTION - any similarity to actual people or events is entirely coincidental. It contains adult subject matter and should not be read by any minor, person who would find such material offensive, or if it is illegal in your area. If you meet these conditions, please delete this file from your computer. This work is not to be reproduced in any manner without prior approval from the author.

DEDICATION -- This work would not have been possible without the encouragement and support of my biggest fan, a young man I now consider to be my best friend. So, Ian -- "Dillan's Magic" is for you.

PART ONE

Dr. Alex Taylor nearly missed his cell phone ringing on the nightstand. It had been set to vibrate, as it normally is, and had it not scurried across the surface and fallen off, striking the metal bed-frame on its drop to the floor, he might never have noticed.

"Dammit, what now?" he groaned.

While groping around on the carpet for his wayward phone, Alex became awake enough to realize that his companion for the past twenty years, Dillan Kinston, wasn't lying beside him, a work-related training seminar having taken him out of town for the past four days. His returning flight was scheduled to arrive late this evening and, since he'd left his car at the airport garage, Alex was expecting him home sometime in the early morning hours.

Perhaps this unwelcome late-night interruption was Dillan calling to inform him of some delay.

"Hello," Alex spoke into his mobile, sounding every bit as groggy as he felt.

"Yes, I'm trying to contact Dr. Alex Taylor."

"Speaking..."

"This is the emergency room at Ashton Memorial Hospital. We've admitted a Dillan Kinston this evening and you were listed as his emergency contact."

"What happened?" questioned Alex as he bolted from the bed, immediately alert and already searching for something to wear, even as he continued this conversation.

"He was involved in a car accident near the airport. He sustained multiple injuries but our biggest concern is internal bleeding."

"What's his current status?" asked Alex, his growing panic already evident in his tone.

"He's conscious but we have him listed in critical condition. We have a surgeon on route to address the internal bleeding and we're trying to prep him for surgery but he's demanding to see you first."

"Damn stubborn fool!" Alex cursed into the phone. "Listen, I'm on my way but if the surgical team is ready to proceed before I get there, do it - I don't care what he's saying. I'm also his medical proxy and I'm not going to let him die just because he wants to have a damn chat! I'll bring the paperwork with me. Do you understand? You have my authorization to take whatever steps are necessary to treat him."

"We'll do everything we can."

"I'll be there as soon as possible."

Alex, already dressed, placed the phone in his pocket and grabbed his keys from the table after locating their legal documents. Feeling shell-shocked from this sudden onslaught of stress, he almost forgot to lock the door behind him as he exited their home.

"Hang on, Dillan. I'm coming...I'm coming," he whispered frantically as he sprinted to the car, his mind swirling with images of the first time he met the man that had come to mean this much to him over these many years...

CHAPTER ONE -- SKATERBOY ROOMMATE TWENTY YEARS EARLIER

The doorbell rang at 5:53 PM, which was approaching an hour after Alex Taylor had agreed to meet with his potential roommate.

This wasn't a good sign.

By now, he'd all but given up hope that someone suitable could be found to share his apartment. Despite being employed in the laboratory of a local health clinic, Alex was also working on his doctorate in biology and the demands of his degree program had forced him to decrease his hours, creating a short-term cash flow problem and placing him in a precarious financial situation.

And so Alex had advertised for a roommate, a thoroughly ill-conceived act. Even though his apartment was spacious, it was still only a single bedroom unit. Anyone who agreed to live with him would need to sleep on the living room futon, using a free-standing wardrobe as a makeshift closet. Alex quickly learned that only the most desperate individuals were willing to accept such conditions.

There was an additional problem. Due to the inherent lack of privacy in this proposed arrangement, Alex felt obligated to tell the guys he interviewed that he was gay. Of the eight prospects he'd already met, only the sixth seemed tolerable, but he had politely walked out less than sixty seconds after hearing this bit of news. Following the eighth interview, Alex decided to call off the search and began cancelling his remaining appointments, convinced that these time-consuming meetings would never yield results.

However, the young man scheduled for this evening, Dillan Kinston, had refused to take no for an answer. When Alex called to cancel their appointment, he'd insisted on stopping by to see the place, explaining that he was currently going through a difficult transition himself and that the odd living arrangement wasn't a deal-breaker. Twenty-two years old, Dillan had lived with his parents until he was twenty and with his girlfriend for the past two years. After their recent breakup, she had asked him to leave and he couldn't afford a place of his own on his meager salary. Still wanting to call off the meeting, Alex decided to drop the bombshell about his sexuality early and over the phone, certain that this information would be enough to scare Dillan away.

It didn't.

Out of excuses, Alex reluctantly consented to meet with the guy, setting their appointment for 5:00 this evening.

Irritated over his prospective roommate's tardiness, Alex opened the door, his first impressions of Dillan making him even more worried about living with this stranger. Alex was a well-groomed, somewhat bookish-looking intellectual. Dillan was the complete and utter opposite. At least five inches taller than Alex, his stature seemed to dwarf that of the much shorter academic. Overall, his appearance was extremely disheveled, his long-limbed frame covered by old, ratty clothing and tattered sneakers. His auburn-brown hair was long, nearly reaching his shoulders, looked unwashed, and was partially covered by a black knit skull cap. He was slender as a rail, which made his feet seem enormous. Worse, when he entered the apartment, the pungent aroma of cigarette smoke was easily detectable on his clothing. All that was missing to complete the image was a skateboard tucked under one arm.

"This will never work," Alex thought to himself as Dillan casually took a seat on the futon and looked up, ready to start their interview.

"So you haven't found a roommate yet?" Dillan asked.

"Not yet," answered Alex as he remained standing by the door, wishing he'd been quick-witted enough to lie.

"Well, I'm still interested. Is there anything you need to ask me?"

Alex sighed deeply and moved away from the entrance, pulling a chair from the breakfast table and positioning it near the futon to start this interview.

"What do you do for a living?"

Dillan looked at the floor for a moment before responding, as if he found the answer to that particular question discomforting to speak.

"Don't laugh, dude. I'm the assistant manager at Deep Dish Pizza."

"You mean that delivery place in the strip mall down the street?"

"That's the one..."

Alex did not appear to be impressed.

"How long have you worked there?" he asked.

"I've been there since I was a junior in high school."

"Wow, you're just filled with ambition," Alex said in a somewhat snarky fashion, realizing without delay how insulting that comment sounded. But rather than look offended, Dillan simply laughed.

"Shit dude, you sound just like my girlfriend...well, ex-girlfriend. If I had a better job, I'd get an apartment of my own. Look, the price you're asking is something I can afford, I don't mind sleeping on a futon, and it's close to the restaurant. Hell, I could walk to work if anything ever happened to my car..."

"Well," Alex interrupted before Dillan could continue. "Like I told you over the phone, I'm gay. Won't that bother you? I mean, neither of us is going to have much privacy."

"Will there be a constant string of guys coming and going through here all the time?"

"No!" Alex answered with a great deal of force, unmistakably offended by that question. "Between graduate school and work, I haven't even had a date in the last two years."

"Then it's not a problem," Dillan responded flatly. "If you let me move in, you'll find that not much upsets me. I really don't care that you're gay. Who you wanna have sex with is your business."

Alex couldn't determine the truth of this statement and wondered if Dillan was just saying it because he was in a difficult situation. Further, he was not happy with the way this guy was subtly taking control of the conversation.

A rascally glint appeared without warning in Dillan's eyes. He grinned like a school-boy and added...

"It's not like you're gonna make a move on me, are you?"

"No! I'd never do that!" Alex said vehemently.

Dillan cocked his head to one side and his facial features twisted into an inquisitive expression, surprised by the intensity conveyed in Alex's reaction.

"Why not," he asked, "Is there something wrong with me?"

An unexpected and bizarre question, it momentarily left Alex stunned and at a loss for what to say. When he at last managed to formulate a response, he stumbled all over his words.

"There's nothing wrong with you. You're just not my type, that's all. I'm attracted to guys who are more...well, never mind. That's not important. But you wouldn't need to worry about me coming on to you."

Alex was puzzled as to why it suddenly seemed as if he was trying to talk Dillan into moving in, rather than Dillan needing to convince him to allow it.

"Then everything's cool. When can I move in? Dude, I slept in my car last night. I really don't wanna do that again."

This interview seemed to be spiraling out of control. Alex found himself scrambling to find a reason to object.

"I don't smoke," he noted.

"That's not a problem. If it's OK, I can just smoke on the balcony," Dillan compromised. "And if you'll let me move in tonight, I'll pay for the entire month even though it's already the fourteenth..."

Alex sat without speaking for a moment, considering what to do. Despite Dillan's dirty, scruffy exterior, he didn't seem dangerous. And though he did not have the most attractive of occupations, he'd worked at the same job for five years now, indicating some measure of stability.

But most importantly, Alex needed the money.

"I can tell you're still not sure," Dillan interrupted as Alex mulled over his options, "So how about this? Let me move in and we'll see how it goes, sort of a trial partnership. If you don't think we'll make good roommates by the end of the month, just ask me to leave. What do you say, dude? I'm kinda desperate here."

"I guess that'd be OK."

"Great!" answered Dillan at once, seizing the moment before Alex had time to reconsider. As he reached for his wallet, he added, "Here's this month's rent. I'll run down to my car and get my things."

And just like that, the young science student was left standing alone in his -- no, THEIR apartment, trying to figure out what had just happened and waiting for his new living companion to bring up his belongings.

He hoped he was making the right choice.

As it turned out, the decision to share his apartment was an unqualified success. Despite his shabby, unpolished exterior, Dillan was one of the nicest, most genuine guys Alex had ever met. Though they had almost nothing in common, they became remarkably close friends over the months that followed.

In the beginning, Alex viewed this unique living situation simply as a pragmatic financial arrangement and assumed they would rarely speak, much less spend an appreciable amount of time together. But as the guys got to know one another, each found enjoyment in the company of the other, their polar opposite personalities and interests seeming to create a pleasant balance. Dillan tried to bring the bookish, socially uneasy Alex out of his shell, frequently dragging him down to the bar for a few rounds of drinks. Equally as important, Alex was able to talk Dillan down when he was considering a rash or impulsive decision.

Living with Dillan also challenged Alex's original assumption concerning his intellectual acuity. Initially, he considered his roommate directionless, unmotivated, and to be honest, somewhat unintelligent. He soon realized that Dillan, though not very well-educated and easily bewildered when Alex used his graduate-level vocabulary, was far from brainless. In fact, he was extremely inquisitive, relentlessly asking a flood of questions on a variety of subjects and paying close attention as Alex explained what he knew about the given topic.

As an added bonus, Dillan's cavalier, "nothing in life upsets me" outlook was refreshing, serving as a welcome relief during those times when Alex's grueling schedule began to overwhelm him.

Fortunately for their living arrangement, Alex was not attracted to Dillan in the slightest. He preferred clean-cut, quiet guys and the careless manner in which Dillan dressed and groomed proved to be a definite turn-off. After seeing his roommate without a shirt for the first time, his lack of physical attraction was confirmed beyond doubt. Not only was Dillan skinnier than Alex preferred, he also had several tattoos adorning his chest, back, and biceps, something Alex typically detested. To make matters worse, working in a hot kitchen every day left him sweaty, his skin oily, and to be brutally frank, sometimes plagued by odor from his armpits. Dillan's compelling personality and genuine likability made him a superb friend, but there was little chance Alex would ever develop romantic feelings for him.

Near the beginning of their eighth month together, something odd happened. It was a Friday morning and Alex was in his room working on a paper while Dillan was relaxing in the living room, lying on the opened futon that served as both his bed and sofa, waiting for his shift to begin that afternoon. When the doorbell rang, he moved to answer it.

It was one of the guys from the leasing office.

"Hi, is Alex Taylor home?"

"Yeah, just a minute," Dillan answered before craning his neck toward Alex's room and shouting at full volume for his roommate.

Once Alex approached the door to speak with the leasing agent, Dillan returned to the futon, turned down the television, and listened.

"Mr. Taylor?"

"Yes, that's me. What can I do for you?"

"It's come to our attention that both of you are living in this apartment. Is this true?"

"Yes, is there a problem?"

"You can't do that," the agent said bluntly. "Two unrelated, unmarried individuals cannot share a one-bedroom unit. That was stated in the lease you signed."

Alex hadn't known this.

"I wasn't aware of that," he answered meekly. "I mean, I did read the lease before I signed it but I don't remember that part."

"Well, we can't allow your roommate to continue to reside with you unless you're willing to relocate into one of our two-bedroom units."

"We can't really afford a two bedroom right now," Alex explained. "We can barely manage the rent here."

Dillan was becoming irritated, both at the attitude this guy was taking with Alex and with his roommate's weak, spineless responses.

"We don't need a two bedroom, dude," Dillan interrupted.

The agent, upon hearing Dillan's voice, stepped through the threshold and into the apartment to better see the person speaking.

"You can't stay here," he repeated. "As I was telling Mr. Taylor, two unrelated, unmarried individuals cannot..."

"That's not really fair. We can't get married."

The agent stared at Dillan for a moment and then at Alex, scrutinizing them both, attempting to determine what that statement was meant to imply.

"Are you trying to say that you two are a couple?" he asked with a fair amount of skepticism.

"Yes," Dillan answered without pause. "And since this is a college town, I'm sure there are other gay couples living in single bedroom apartments. Are you seriously gonna enforce this rule?"

"If you two are together, why is one of you sleeping on the futon?"

Dillan didn't miss a beat.

"Because I'm a stupid fuck-up and he's mad at me," Dillan skillfully lied. "We haven't slept in the same room for over a week. Alex, go on and tell him. He isn't gonna let this go until you do."

Alex was overcome by anxiety and shifted his weight between his feet, altogether thrown off guard by whatever Dillan was trying to accomplish.

"I don't wanna talk about it," he stammered, refusing to make eye-contact with either the agent or his roommate.

Luckily for the pair of friends, and the success of Dillan's fiction, Alex's discomfort could be interpreted in multiple ways.

"Well then, I'll tell him. I cheated on Alex. And if that wasn't bad enough, the guy I fucked was one of his friends. That's right; I didn't just screw up our relationship but created a problem for the two of them as well. And by the way, this is really none of your goddamn business!"

Dillan stood and approached the leasing representative, glaring down at him with his most imposing stare.

"So are you guys gonna drop this or what?" he added while standing only inches from the agent.

"I'm sorry," the man slowly responded. "We didn't know."

Then, after turning to Alex, he added, "You should have told us to begin with. We pride ourselves on being a gay-friendly community. I hope you two can work through your problem. I've taken up enough of your time. Have a pleasant day."

After the man exited the apartment, Alex closed the door at a snail's pace, in shock but impressed by Dillan's ability to think on his feet.

"That was...weird," he noted with some degree of amusement in his voice. "You do realize that now he thinks you're gay AND that we're gonna have to pretend we're in a relationship?"

"Ahhhhh, it's no big deal," Dillan answered dismissively. "I don't care if people think we're dating. And all we really need to do is keep the leasing office thinking that. Besides, we are in a relationship, just not the kind I told them about."

"You honestly don't care if people think we're a couple?"

Dillan shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, appearing completely unfazed by the idea.

"No, dude -- I really don't," he answered while returning the volume on the television to its previous setting.

"We'll need to start closing the futon during the day," Alex noted. "You know, in case maintenance stops by. You can't keep leaving it spread out like a bed all the time."

"Again, that's not an issue. It takes what, like twenty seconds to flip it back and forth? You worry too much. Everything will be fine."

"OK," Alex answered, sounding unconvinced. "I just hope you know what you're doing..."

CHAPTER TWO -- REJECTION LETTER

Over the next few months, the friendship between Alex and Dillan deepened even further. They became ever more relaxed in one another's company and began spending the majority of their free time together, either talking or enjoying a beer at Dillan's favorite hole-in-the-wall tavern. Alex even suspended his "no smoking" rule on occasion, mainly during the colder months when standing on the balcony appeared uncomfortable. In fact, Alex would have admitted that Dillan was the best friend he'd ever had and that their relationship was enormously valuable to him.

To look at them, they were the oddest of couples. Alex seemed always put together, on the outside anyway, wearing conservative, neatly pressed, spotless clothing, his light brown hair groomed with great care and his face well shaven, his ever-present, wire-rimmed glasses resting on his nose. In contrast, Dillan looked one step away from living on the streets, his appearance deceptive given his personality. When they went out in public, Dillan seemed to tower over his roommate, a full five inches taller than Alex's five-foot, ten-inch frame.

Just after the one-year mark, Alex came home from work one Friday night, free from any obligations for the next few days (an extremely rare circumstance for him), looking forward to spending the evening with his friend. As soon as he walked through the door, however, he knew something was wrong. Dillan was obviously in a funk; something was on his mind and troubling him deeply.

At the start, Alex ignored this bad mood, knowing that if Dillan wanted to talk, he would bring it up without prompting. But about an hour later, when it became evident that his roommate was preoccupied, Alex felt he needed to make an inquiry.

"Hey, what's going on with you tonight? What's wrong?"

Dillan's head turned toward his friend in an instant.

"Dude, do you think I'm ugly?" he responded, asking the question in his typical, blunt manner.

"No, I don't think you're ugly! Why would you ask me such a thing?"

Dillan rolled his eyes upward, tossing his long hair from his face as he did, scrunching his features into an unpleasant expression.

"Don't worry about it. It's nothing. Besides, I don't really wanna talk about it. But I have been meaning to ask you something else. I know you don't smoke but how do you feel about pot?"

"I don't have anything against it. I just don't use it. Dillan, I'm a graduate student in biology! I know what smoking does to your body; I've seen cadaver lungs taken from smokers. And I'm not sure I'd be comfortable with something illegal in the apartment."

"Have you ever tried it?"

"No, never..."

"If you could try it without smoking it, would you?"

"I don't know, maybe..."

Dillan was up in a flash, dashing to the kitchen and returning with a plate of brownies.

"I made these today. I thought we could have a few tonight since I know you don't have much to do the next couple of days."

"Oh, I don't know, Dillan," Alex whined. "I can't believe you brought marijuana into the apartment."

"Relax dude, I didn't smoke any so there wasn't much of a smell, except for when I was preparing the oil for the brownies. I've lived here for over a year and I've never done anything I thought you wouldn't approve of. It'll just be this once and they're already made. Come on, it'll be fun. We'll get baked, talk, watch television, and eat a bunch of crappy junk food. You deserve a break. You've been burning the candle at both ends for weeks now."

Alex couldn't deny the truth in that last statement. He'd been running himself into the ground of late trying to satisfy his research benchmarks and keeping up with his duties at work. He had been looking forward to spending this evening with his friend and was more than a little interested in how it would feel to use this particular substance.

Reaching for the plate, he cautiously took one of the brownies.

"You should start with just one," advised Dillan. "You're kinda small, dude. You don't look like you could weigh more than a hundred and forty pounds sopping wet."

"I weigh a hundred and fifty pounds, thank you very much!" Alex corrected.

"Still, since you've never used weed before I don't want you getting fucked up too fast."

As Dillan returned to the futon with the plate of brownies, Alex took his first bite -- and made a very disagreeable face.

"YUCK, this is nasty!" he yelled, almost spitting out his dessert. "God, these things taste horrible!"

Dillan chuckled at his roommate's reaction.

"Yeah, I might've gotten them a little strong." Then, as a smile crept across his features, he added in a good-humored manner, "Shut up and eat, dammit! I never said I could cook."

"Dillan, you work in a kitchen!"

Neither guy could help but laugh at the ludicrous irony of that observation.

After they'd finished their THC-laden goodies, Dillan brought in a few beers and turned on the television. About forty minutes later they were both feeling the effects. Alex was more giddy and relaxed than he'd ever felt. He allowed his mind to wander and eventually had to ask his roommate a question.

"Dillan, why did you ask if I thought you were ugly?"

His roommate exhaled slowly and appeared to become quite serious.

"Do you promise not to laugh?" he asked, at which point Alex began to do precisely that.

"With this brownie in my system," he giggled, "I don't think I can make that promise."

"Well, I did something really stupid. No, it's too embarrassing to talk about..."

"You're never embarrassed about anything," observed Alex, his curiosity now peaked. He lowered his voice a bit, becoming as somber as his roommate, before adding, "What the hell did you do?"

"Remember that email account you set up for me on your computer?"

"Yeah..."

"About six weeks ago, I was trying to think of a way to earn a little extra money. So stupid here decides..."

Dillan's voice trailed off into nothingness, making it clear that he was debating whether or not to reveal this particular secret. After a brief pause, he continued.

"Damn, I can't believe I'm about to tell you this! I decided to make a jerk-off video and send it to one of those websites that show that kinda thing."

Alex sat stunned for an instant but couldn't help himself. This was just too funny. Though he really didn't mean to, he laughed -- and laughed hard.

"Dude, it's not THAT funny," Dillan chided.

"The hell it's not!" cackled Alex as tears ran down his cheeks. He then appeared to realize that this admission, entertaining though it was, did not provide an answer to his original question.

"Wait, what's that got to do with me thinking you're ugly?" he asked.

Dillan stood and retrieved a piece of paper, a printout of the email he'd received in response to his submission. It thanked him for his audition video but then politely explained that he did not possess the body type or image that their client base would find appealing.

"See! They think I'm ugly," he said, visibly upset over the reply.

"That's not what this says," Alex answered while scanning the text of the message. "And look who you sent it to. I know this site."

"I know. I found a link to it in your browser favorites."

Alex's eyes shot up at once.

"You went through my stuff?" he asked in disbelief.

"No, but you said I could use your computer and I figured you'd hide anything you didn't want me to see. Dude, I wasn't snooping, I swear."

Alex looked a little uncomfortable knowing that Dillan had stumbled onto his commonly used websites but recovered soon enough when he realized his roommate wasn't going to make it an issue.

"Well, OK - but they're right. You're not the kinda guy they generally use. Didn't you check out their website first?"

"No. Do you think I should have?"

"Well, duh?" Alex answered with a great deal of sarcasm.

When his buddy still appeared to be distressed, he added, "Look Dillan, don't let this get you down. Maybe you should just find a site that specializes in guys that look like you."

"Like what -- ugly?"

"No!" Alex shouted. "And stop saying that! For the last time, you are not ugly!"

"What is it then? Why the hell don't they wanna use me?"

Alex knew he needed to be careful. For some reason, this email had struck a nerve and Dillan was more rattled than he'd even seen him. Alex needed to be honest, yet diplomatic, and hope that he could heal his friend's wounded pride to some extent.

"This site works with models that are very clean cut. Most of them look like the ivy-league, frat-boy type. You're just not like that. I'm not trying to be insulting, Dillan. But it's the truth..."

"Are those the kinda guys you're into, the cleaned-up, buttoned-down types? I mean, you have an account on their website."

"Yeah, I am," Alex answered candidly. "But don't worry about it. If you still want to do this, I'll help you find a site that's more appropriate."

"Really..."

For the first time since they'd begun this discussion, Dillan appeared hopeful and Alex could sense his cloud lifting. His body language, as well as the timbre of his voice, revealed an unexpected excitement over the prospect of receiving his roommate's help with this project.

"Sure," Alex answered, "Why not? Though for the life of me I cannot understand why you'd want to do this. Don't you realize that it's just gay men who look at those things?"

"Ahhhhh, their money's as good as anybody else's," Dillan said, already sounding more like his typical self. "What kinda site should we look for?"

Alex allowed his eyes to scrutinize his roommate's body, from his stringy, auburn-brown hair to his enormous bare feet, taking note of his current choice of clothing as well. In truth, this effort was unnecessary. He'd already devised a suggestion.

"Well, the word `skaterboy' comes to mind."

"Dude, I haven't been on a skateboard since I was thirteen."

"That doesn't matter. It's a look, Dillan. I doubt they'll ask for footage of you on a board."

The room fell silent for a moment. Alex was pleased that he'd been able to calm his friend's rattled nerves. Still savoring this success, he was in the process of raising his beverage to his lips when Dillan asked his next question.

"Hey, if you're serious about helping me find a different website, do you wanna watch my video?"

Alex nearly spit out his beer.

"Uhmm, not really..." he stammered.

"Oh come on, Alex. I could use your advice. Maybe you can give me some tips on what I need to do different next time."

"Dillan, I don't want to watch a video of you jerking off."

For the first time since they'd known each other, it appeared that Alex had hurt his roommate's feelings.

"Am I really that unattractive to you?"

"Oh god, not this again..." Alex groaned in frustration. "It has nothing to do with your looks. It's just that we're roommates and well, you're my best friend. I never thought I'd have a straight guy as a best friend and it would just be awkward. That's all! Don't be so sensitive."

"Come on, Alex - please. I really need your opinion. You're the kind of guy that buys this stuff."

Alex had known Dillan long enough to realize that he wasn't going to drop this anytime soon. With that fact in mind, he considered his alternatives. Had he felt even the smallest amount of physical attraction toward his roommate, he would have refused outright. But since there was little chance he'd become aroused, he decided to comply with his buddy's wishes.

"Alright, I guess I'll watch it. Where is it anyway, on the computer?"

"No, I burned a copy to DVD and deleted the file. I didn't want you to find it by accident. Let me put it in."

Dillan rose and opened his wardrobe, kneeling to go through the items he kept stored at the bottom. Once he found the object of his search, he inserted the disc and returned to the futon with the remote.

"Alex, I know this is kinda weird and I just wanna thank you for helping me out like this. I really do appreciate it. You'll be honest with me, right? If you see anything I need to do different next time, let me know."

"OK, I will. Just promise that you won't get angry if I give you some constructive criticism."

"You have my word," Dillan agreed. Out of the blue, his face lit up like an excited child. "Whew! I can't believe we're gonna do this. Are you ready?"

"I'm as ready as I'm gonna get! Go ahead and start the damn thing."

As soon as the amateurish, fixed-camera footage began to play, Alex was ready with his first comment.

"Dammit Dillan, you filmed this on my bed!"

His roommate's lips curled into an apprehensive half-grin.

"Oops. Sorry about that. I needed to get comfortable and I thought it would look better in your room instead of out here on the futon where I usually do it."

Prior to this moment, Alex had never considered the fact that his friend masturbated on the futon that also served as his bed. Though logical to assume he did, the idea was somewhat provocative, despite the lack of attraction he felt toward his roommate.

On screen, Dillan was removing his clothes one piece at a time, trying to look as seductive as possible, and failing miserably at the attempt. Given that Alex was still under the influence of his brownie, the footage pulled a chuckle from deep inside him.

"What's so funny?" asked Dillan in response to the laughter.

"It's just that facial expression you're using. Do you use that face when you're with a girl?"

"No, I guess not," laughed Dillan when he realized how silly he looked while making that face. "It does look kinda stupid, doesn't it?"

"I don't know if `stupid' is the right word. It's just that, well, it doesn't look like you. It doesn't fit you. If you make another one, just be yourself."

"See, buddy! You're already being helpful."

As soon as Dillan's on-screen likeness was naked, he instantly asked for his friend's opinion.

"What do you think of my dick, dude?"

"It's OK, I guess."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dillan asked, seeming defensive. "What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing's wrong with it!" Alex sighed in exasperation. "Dillan, you promised you wouldn't be so sensitive. All I meant was that it's an average dick, just like mine, just like most guys. But these sites typically pick models with bigger than average dicks."

"Is a big dick important to you?"

"No, not really," Alex answered despite the personal nature of this query. "It is for a lot of my friends, but I tend to look at the whole person instead of just focusing on his equipment. Besides, in real life a super-huge dick can be more trouble than it's worth."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, they might be nice to look at and touch - you know, impressive. But they're harder to suck and hurt a lot more when you're doing..."

Alex's voice dissipated when he realized he was about to disclose more information than he wished. Fortunately, he recovered without too great a gap in his explanation.

"...other stuff. Don't worry about it though. It doesn't look like yours is small, just average. Mine's average too, Dillan."

"What's the biggest one you've ever been with?"

Alex stopped looking at the screen and turned his head toward his friend in surprise.

"Why are you so fucking interested in my sex life all of a sudden? If anybody else had asked me that question, I'd have told `em to go to hell!"

"Jesus Alex!" Dillan cried out in astonishment at his roommate's reaction. "Weed makes you cuss a lot. I've never heard you use language like that before, not in the whole time I've known you. I'm just interested, that's all. You know how I am - anything related to sex and I'm all about learning more. So what's the biggest one you've been with?"

Alex couldn't believe they were actually having this conversation. But thanks to the beer and weed, he discovered it was less difficult to lay aside his customary, almost paralyzing shyness and to speak freely.

"Not that I need to tell you, but I've only been with two guys. And the biggest one was no larger than either of us."

Dillan's mouth dropped open. He hit the pause button on the DVD remote.

"How old are you, dude - like twenty-seven?"

"I'm twenty-eight."

Dillan appeared to be in shock. When he responded, each word he spoke was separated by a short, uncomfortable space between it and the one that followed.

"You're twenty-eight and you've only been with two guys! They must've been boyfriends that you were with for a while."

"No, they weren't. I've never had an actual boyfriend. Both of those guys were just casual hook-ups. I only did it once with each of them."

"Oh my god," Dillan whispered, his mouth hanging wide open in surprise. "I knew you didn't date much, but you're twenty-eight and you've only had sex twice! I'd passed that number by the time I got my driver's license."

"I'm busy, OK!" Alex argued, now on the defensive. "Yes, I'm twenty-eight but I already hold a master's degree in science and I am only about a year away from being Dr. Alex Taylor, Ph.D. Since I've been focused on earning my degree, I don't have time to socialize. If you don't socialize, you don't meet people. If you don't meet people, you don't have sex. Please don't tease me about this."

"I'm sorry, Alex. I didn't mean anything by it. I'm just surprised, that's all. You're an attractive guy, you're smart, and you've certainly got your act together. I don't know, maybe you could lose the glasses but I'd have thought you could get all the action you wanted."

"Well, I don't. Even when I do see a guy I think is hot, I'm not the kind of person who feels comfortable walking up and starting a conversation. I don't have the same relaxed confidence that you've got."

At this point, Alex wanted nothing more than to stop talking about his personal life. He decided to refocus Dillan on his video.

"Are we gonna finish watching your movie or not?"

Dillan resumed the playback. After the pair had watched a few additional minutes of footage, he spoke again.

"This still isn't doing anything for you, is it?"

"No dude, I'm sorry. But like I said before, don't be insulted. You're just not my type."

"What specifically don't you like about the way I look?"

Alex looked upward toward the ceiling, shook his head, and exhaled with a great deal of force. Dillan was always inquisitive, but tonight's barrage of questions was excessive, even for him.

"Are you TRYING to make me insult you?"

"I promise I won't be offended," Dillan assured his friend. "But I'd really like to know. What is it about the way I look that turns you off?"

"OK, fine," Alex spat back, his tone brimming with antagonism. "If you wanna do this, we'll do it. But remember, you promised not to get upset."

He took a deep breath before beginning.

"First, you don't look very clean."

"...Really? What doesn't look clean?"

"Well, your hair for one thing. When you filmed this, when was the last time you'd washed it?"

"I shower every day, dude. You know that."

"I mean shampooed it, ya big fool!"

"Oh, I shampoo it once a week."

"Dillan, your hair is too long to do that. Not to mention that you work in a kitchen. It starts to get all stringy and oily-looking."

"But that's the way I like it."

"I know and that's fine. The look actually suits you. But you asked if I liked it and I don't. I'm sorry if that hurts your feelings."

"No, it doesn't. What else?"

"You're a lot skinnier than the type of guy I go for."

"Dude, you're one to talk..."

Alex ignored his friend's quick riposte, choosing instead to continue citing those qualities which were, in his mind anyway, Dillan's physical shortcomings.

"And I don't like tattoos unless they're really discreet, like maybe on the ankle. We've been over all this before and, to be honest, I don't know why you even care what I think. I like guys who look a bit more..."

"Respectable?" Dillan finished for his blathering roommate.

"Yes! Yes, that's it exactly!"

Both sat in silence for a few stressful minutes, with Alex worried that he'd hurt his buddy's feelings. This was not entirely the case. Though it did bother Dillan that Alex didn't find him attractive, right now he was simply taking the time to digest the criticism he'd forced out of his friend.

"I can see what you're saying and I guess it makes sense," Dillan said after some thought. "I mean, straight guys aren't attracted to every girl they run into. I shouldn't have assumed that you'd be attracted to me just because you're gay..."

Dillan's words seemed to evaporate into thin air as his attention returned to his jerk-off movie. All of a sudden, he became much more animated.

"Oh wait, I think this is where I cum."

Though Alex was fairly inexperienced with actual sex, he did watch a lot of porn and had seen thousands of cumshots over the course of his adult life. Still, it felt a bit odd knowing he was about to witness his roommate have an orgasm, even if it was pre-recorded. As he stared at the television screen, he saw his best friend reclining on the bed and masturbating with a fresh sense of purpose, the soles of his large feet pointing at the camera, his toes flexing repeatedly. His testicles began to rise and, for the first time during this session, Dillan began to make some noise.

Without further warning, his cock erupted in a fountain of jizz that any guy, gay or straight (if he were being honest), could only have described as astonishing.

The initial shot left his prick so fast and with so much energy that Alex barely had time to process that Dillan's orgasm was underway, propelled upward such a distance that it left the frame of the camera, splashing down well behind Dillan's head. The thick, creamy-white fluid filmed well, providing sufficient contrast to be clearly visible. The next two volleys were every bit as powerful as the first and it wasn't until the fourth that the viscous, arching ropes of semen managed to stay within the area being captured by the camera.

As impressed as Alex was over these opening explosions, even more amazing was the fact that Dillan's reproductive machinery KEPT spitting out fluid, over and over, until he lost count of the number of distinct pulses of jizz. By the time this exhibitionist display had run its course, Dillan was covered in his own sticky fuck juice, as was much of his roommate's bedspread and headboard.

"F-U-C-K," Alex whispered, his mind thrown off balance, attempting to make some kind of sense out of the spectacle he'd just witnessed.

"Was that OK?" Dillan asked cautiously.

At first, Alex assumed he was joking. But once he tore his face from the television and looked up at his roommate, he realized Dillan was serious. The amateur porn star prompted him again for an answer.

"Talk to me, Alex. Is that the kinda thing guys would get off on?"

Shocked into silence, Alex couldn't force his vocal cords to work as they should. All he could manage was to shake his head wordlessly "yes".

"Dude, you gotta say something," Dillan insisted.

"Do you always cum like that?" Alex asked, his words hushed, his approval, his new found respect and esteem, laid bare by the tone in his voice.

"Yeah, most of the time," answered Dillan in a laid-back manner, as if the intensity of this orgasm was nothing at all special. "Well, if I beat off twice back to back, the second one isn't that huge. But if you give me couple of hours to recharge, I can pump out just as much."

"F-U-C-K," Alex repeated, drawing a quiet laugh from his roommate.

"Damn, you must've liked it! I've NEVER heard you say `fuck' before and you've said it like twice in the past minute."

"I've just never seen anybody shoot that much. I didn't even know that was possible, and Dillan -- I know a lot about biology! Most of us get four or five really good shots and then another four or five that are smaller. But for god's sake, that ejaculation went on forever. There must have been like fifteen different contractions."

"Actually, it was twenty-two," Dillan said with authority, though his statement was free of vanity or arrogance, spoken in an utterly matter-of-fact manner. "I counted after I made the video. We can check if you want."

Without waiting for a response, Dillan hit the reverse button on the DVD remote, sending his likeness into an unnatural, backwards orgasm, the individual eruptions of semen magically jumping back inside his erection. Once he reached the correct spot, he returned to play mode. The two friends sat and counted each distinct explosion.

The total was twenty-two. Dillan had not exaggerated.

"Jesus!" whispered Alex once the thick goo stopped shooting for the second time. He began to babble in a low voice, speaking as much to himself as to his buddy, sounding for a moment as if he had lost his mind...

"How could those people turn you down?" he wondered out loud. "I'd have sent you a plane ticket and scheduled a modeling session the minute I saw that. Maybe they didn't watch the whole thing. That must be it. That's the only thing that makes any sense! They didn't watch it through to the end..."

Alex finally turned to his roommate and added...

"Dude, that was fucking unbelievable!"

Dillan looked flabbergasted by his roommate's reaction, surprised by his enthusiasm and more than a little pleased by the response. He shook an unruly lock of his long, auburn-brown hair from his face and began to chuckle at the interest Alex was demonstrating.

"Dude, you gotta do weed more often. You're a lot more interesting to talk to with all this colorful language! I'm proud of you, buddy! You're finally loosening up some. Did you really like it?"

"Yes, DAMN!!! How can you even ask that?"

"Did you get hard?"

Though Alex had been impressed by Dillan's incredible cumshot, he had not gone hard while watching it. Since for some weird, as yet unknown reason, this seemed to mean a lot to his buddy, he almost decided to lie. But that wasn't what their relationship was built on. He chose to tell the truth.

"No, I'm sorry. But don't take it personally. Maybe it was the WAY we were watching it. If I had been by myself, you know, alone in my room, I can promise you that cumshot would have gotten me hard. Shit, I would've probably put it on a loop, maybe in slow-motion, and watched it until I got off myself!"

"Excellent!" answered Dillan while nodding his head with enthusiasm. "So when do you wanna help me make another one?"

Alex's head popped up at once, his expression revealing just how much that question had caught him off guard.

"Oh Dillan, I'm not sure I can do that."

"What's the problem? You've already seen me do it once. I could make a much better video if I had somebody helping me."

Alex took a few seconds to mull over his options. This seemed extreme to him, something he'd never pictured himself doing. Yet Dillan was so collected and unruffled about the entire thing, as if it was nothing more than a business proposition.

Somewhere deep inside, Alex could feel that something had changed. The way he looked at Dillan had already been fundamentally altered by the events of this evening. Although he was still not physically attracted to the young man sitting across from him in the living room, he was allowing himself to think of Dillan as a sexual being for the first time.

It was a bizarre sensation, eliciting simultaneous feelings of excitement and confusion, mixed with a fair amount of panic.

"When do you wanna do it?" Alex inquired timidly.

"We could do it tonight."

"You want to do it now?"

"Yeah, why shouldn't we? We'll eat another brownie and finish our beer while we talk about HOW we want to do it. Then we'll just break out the video camera and fucking do it! Come on, dude -- live a little. It'll be fun. The recording might suck since we're both high, but I need to jerk off tonight anyway. We might as well film it."

"OK, I guess I'll help you."

"Thanks buddy, have another brownie. You know, when I first moved in here I never imagined we'd feel this comfortable hanging out together. And I sure as hell never thought you'd end up being my best friend! I should've told you how much that means to me a long time ago. You're alright, dude. I won't forget that you did this for me."

"It's no problem," Alex said as he reached for another brownie and started to eat. For some reason that he couldn't yet identify, the fact that Dillan had specifically referred to him as his "best friend" made him feel warm inside.

He was looking forward to this...

CHAPTER THREE -- CURIOSITY

After several minutes spent sipping their beers and consuming another of Dillan's bitter-sweet, chocolate mood-enhancers, the roommate's conversation returned to the upcoming recording session.

"OK Alex, what should we do to make the video better?" asked Dillan.

"I don't know. Why?"

"...Because I'd like to improve the quality, dumbass! Remember, I'm trying to get a job here! I need ideas. I'm new to this. I'm not entirely sure what guys like to see in a jerk off movie."

Alex's follow-up dose of THC was already affecting his brain and he was beginning to question the wisdom of eating that subsequent dessert. Though the first had simply relaxed him, creating a capricious, enjoyable sensation, he was now having difficulty concentrating and knew his decision-making skills had been compromised. Normally rational and governed by logic, this condition caused him to feel apprehensive and on edge.

"You're serious about this, aren't you?" he asked his roommate, mainly in an effort to stall.

"Hell yeah, I'm serious! This could mean some major extra cash if I can pull it off, no pun intended..."

Dillan burst into a robust fit of juvenile giggling at his own humor. His roommate continued to look fretful.

"Aren't you worried that somebody you know might see?"

"Oh shit, who of my friends is ever gonna log onto a gay website?" Dillan answered glibly. "And even if they did, I'll just say I did it for the money. Dude, my car is on its last legs and I need to start thinking about a new one. So what should I do to make it more marketable? Pretend that you're in charge of the production and you're giving me instructions."

"You really shouldn't go by what I think, Dillan. Especially if we're gonna send it to one of those `skaterboy' sites. What I'd like to watch and what they'd wanna see would be two different things."

Dillan appeared to take Alex's concerns under advisement for a moment before responding.

"I'd still like to make this one with your input. We'll pretend that I'm making it just for you."

By now, Dillan was feeling as high as his nervous friend and his conduct made that fact obvious. He started to giggle again before adding...

"Dude, how many gay guys get that kind of offer from their roommate? Besides, we're both so fucking stoned we'll most likely have to redo it later anyway. We can tailor the next one for whatever site we choose. This'll be like a practice run, just for fun. It'll help us get comfy with each other."

"...the next one?" the anxious young student repeated with a grimace. "Dillan, this is getting kinda weird. Are you sure we should be doing this?"

"For god's sake Alex, you need to relax. We're just talking about jerking off. So tell me, if we were making this video for your eyes only, what would you ask me to do?"

These relentless questions were making Alex uncomfortable and he began to regret his decision to assist Dillan with this project. He'd been hoping to be a simple observer holding the video camera, more of a prop, like a tripod with feet, rather than an active participant.

"Well, if you were making it for me, the first thing I would have you do is take a shower. And don't be upset that I'm saying this, but I'd ask you to wash your hair."

Dillan laughed heartily, appearing to take no offense whatsoever to this suggestion. To Alex, it seemed as though his best friend was becoming ever more excited over the prospect of what they were about to do, though he couldn't yet determine the reason for this unexpected eagerness.

"You got it, dude. I'll go now. While I'm gone, keep thinking of ways to make it better. Maybe you should watch the first one a few more times while I'm in the shower."

Dillan disappeared down the hall and Alex soon heard both the water turn on and the shower door sliding open along its aging tracks. He reached for the remote and restarted his roommate's movie, watching with care and following the instructions he'd been given, trying to think of ways to make the recording more exciting for him personally. He had to be cautious, however. The last thing he needed was for this to become stimulating enough for him to begin thinking of his best friend in those terms.

Unfortunately, that ship had long since sailed.

When he saw Dillan orgasm for the third time on his original DVD, his cock went unyieldingly rigid inside his jeans, desperate to join the onscreen action. He hoped that by the time his friend finished freshening up he'd be able to get his body back under control. Though he knew Dillan wouldn't be offended by the knowledge that he'd thrown an erection (in fact, he'd most likely be flattered), he still didn't want to create an embarrassing moment between them and possibly ruin the best friendship he'd ever experienced.

"Alright, where do you wanna do this?" asked a voice that seemed to come out of nowhere.

Dillan's sudden presence startled Alex, who had been so engrossed in watching the DVD that he hadn't heard the water stop or his roommate approach. From his seated position on the floor, he looked upward and felt a lump form in his throat. His best friend, though still far too skinny and overly tattooed, was standing over him, not two feet away, wearing only a towel that was loosely tied over his narrow hips, his still damp, but just-washed auburn hair framing his boyish face in a most becoming fashion.

Quite involuntarily, the muscles in Alex's groin convulsed, sending a slug of precum into his boxers.

"Huh, oh -- it doesn't matter to me," he answered with a discernable lack of grace.

Dillan appeared oblivious to the internal struggle consuming his friend and simply explained why he had asked that question.

"You seemed upset that I used your bed last time, so I wanted to let you decide where to film this one. We can do it in here if you'd rather. It's not like I haven't blasted that futon a couple hundred times already."

Alex's cock twitched again. He winced at the discomfort of having his tortuously unbending dick confined in such an awkward position.

Dillan noticed his grimace.

"Dude, are you OK?"

"Yeah, I'm just a little dizzy," Alex lied. "I probably shouldn't have eaten that second brownie. The footage would look better if we filmed it in my bedroom. I don't suppose it bothers me. After all, you've done it once already."

"Kewl, let's go. Do you need me to help you off the floor? I know what it's like to get too fucked up."

"No, I'll be OK."

Alex rose to his feet, pivoting somewhat as he did, resulting in his back facing Dillan once he was fully standing. Using as much discretion as he could, he hastily adjusted his crotch, knowing full well that the reprieve this granted was only temporary. Even if his aching boner deflated in the next few seconds, the juices it had already spat into his shorts would soon bleed through the fabric of his jeans.

As soon as Dillan entered Alex's room, he dropped the towel from his waist without embarrassment or uncertainty. As he made himself comfy on the mattress, his soft cock draped over his testicles, which were hanging loose from the heat of his recent shower.

"You're uncircumcised," Alex observed, all the while trying to pretend he wasn't as flustered as he felt.

"Yeah, didn't you know that?"

"No, I didn't. Your video was shot from across the room. Plus, you were hard most of the time and your hand was on it. I didn't really notice."

"Is that a problem?"

"I don't think so. For some sites, it might actually give you an advantage."

"How about you - did your parents have you snipped?"

Alex scowled at the crude, unsophisticated manner in which his roommate asked that question.

"God Dillan, that was kinda gross. But if you must know, I still have my foreskin. By the way, where'd you put my video camera?"

"I put it back in the closet where I found it."

Alex disappeared into the walk-in closet and began to rummage around for his camera. It had been such a long time since he'd needed it for anything that it took several moments to recall where he kept the gadget. This fact, coupled with his growing anxiety and the rapidly escalating buzz from his last brownie, made it feel like he was in the closet for ages.

"Dude, are you alright in there?" he heard Dillan call.

"Yeah, I found it," Alex answered before stepping back into the bedroom proper.

As he flipped open the viewfinder and powered up the recorder, he peeked over the top of the camera at Dillan, who was already lying back and stroking himself in earnest. Alex's heart began to flutter in his chest as he realized that he was actually doing this, that THEY were actually doing this. His cock lengthened again, snaking its way down the leg of his jeans. He hoped Dillan wouldn't notice or, even if he did, that he'd have the good sense not to call attention to his condition.

He should have known better...

"Dude, it looks like you're getting excited. It's about time. You were starting to give me an inferiority complex. I guess I'm finally doing something right!"

Dillan's words were spoken without a hint of teasing or mockery, as if he was simply stating an obvious fact, his remarks free from judgment of any kind. Still, Alex felt blood rush to fill the capillaries of his face and knew he was blushing. For some reason, this embarrassment seemed to make him harder. His rapidly expanding erection began misbehaving inside its denim prison, as if the unruly cock had a will of its own and was throwing a childish tantrum, pulsing with newfound vigor and causing the fabric to rise and fall with each bounce.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that," Alex apologized.

"Why?" Dillan asked, his tone revealing his confusion.

Alex lowered the camera in response to the strange query but did not speak. Dillan noted the perplexed look on his roommate's face and offered clarification.

"I mean, why would you apologize for getting hard?"

An astonished, breathy, and clearly nervous chuckle escaped Alex's lips.

"Uhmm, because it's embarrassing..."

"You're gay, right?"

"Yeah..."

"And you're watching a guy jerk off in front of you, right?"

"So it would seem..."

"Then what's there to be embarrassed about? You're EXPECTED to get hard! It's not like you farted in one of your fucking biology labs. Relax dude. Shit! You look like you're about to jump outta your skin."

"I'm just nervous, Dillan. OK? It'd be helpful if you'd stop talking about my dick."

Alex noticed that his roommate's eyes remained fixed on his denim-covered groin, an inquisitive expression growing across his face.

"Your pants are getting wet..."

Alex almost wished that these repeated observations by Dillan WERE being spoken in a teasing fashion. That way, he could ignore them, writing them off as simple horseplay between friends, something they did all the time. But the factual, laidback manner in which he kept delivering these comments was causing Alex to grow unsettled.

"Yeah, I know. That happens to me," he answered. Then, in an effort to return the focus to Dillan, he asked, "Don't you get wet when you're excited?"

"I make precum too, but nowhere near enough to soak through my pants. Dude, are you wearing underwear tonight?"

"Of course I'm wearing underwear, Dillan!" Alex shouted.

"And it's leaked through already? I don't make anywhere near that much."

"Can we just get on with this? The pot is fucking with my brain. I think I need to go to bed soon."

Dillan lowered the intensity of his masturbating, never taking his eyes from his cameraman's crotch. To him, this was the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen. While leisurely fingering under his moist foreskin, he contemplated asking additional questions but knew his roommate was in a fragile state of mind tonight. He had almost decided to let the subject drop, but in the end his curiosity got the best of him.

Though he never really expected Alex to accommodate his request, he felt the need to ask -- nothing ventured, nothing gained.

"Let me see it..."

"What? NO!!!"

"Oh Alex -- calm the fuck down," Dillan said in an attempt to lower the tension filling the bedroom. "We're not gonna do anything. I just wanna see it. I'm curious. I never knew guys could get that wet, honestly..."

This was the final straw. Now convinced that this whole exercise had been a tremendous mistake, Alex lowered the camera and decided to put a stop to it.

"Dude, I don't think this was such a good idea. Besides, that last brownie was too much for me. I really need to go to sleep."

Dillan was off the bed and on his feet in an instant, his exposed and sexually aroused body moving distressingly close to his shorter roommate, his additional five inches in height making it seem as though he was soaring above him. Intimidating though his stature made him appear, coercion was not Dillan's intent. Rather, he felt responsible for Alex's discomfort and for the anxiety this activity had caused. He wanted nothing more than to convince his friend that everything would be fine.

"Alex, calm down," he whispered using his most soothing tone, at the same time placing his right hand on his buddy's shoulder. "I just wanted to see your dick. That's it, I promise. I'm sorry that upset you. But I don't understand what you're so afraid of."

"I'm not afraid," Alex replied, putting on a show of defiance.

Dillan's features twisted into a scowl. It wasn't a hostile expression. Rather, it was only meant to signify that he did not accept his roommate's last statement as the truth.

"Dammit Alex, I know you think I'm stupid but I'm not a fucking idiot. You're afraid of something. Otherwise, you'd have your dick out by now. It can't be comfortable twisted down like that. Now what is it?"

Without warning, Alex felt lightheaded, his evening of drinking and pot consumption having finally caught up with him. This, in conjunction with his nerves, made him incapable of lying. It also pained him to grasp that Dillan thought he held him in such low regard intellectually.

Given their differing heights, he had to tilt his face upward to look his roommate in the eyes.

"Dillan, I don't think you're stupid. Whatever I did or said to make you feel like that, I'm sorry," Alex apologized, his body beginning to tremble as he prepared to finish his thought. "But I can't do this with you!"

"And the reason for that would be what, exactly?"

"I can't let myself start thinking of you like that."

"...like what?"

"...Sexually! There, I said it! I don't want to start thinking of you in a sexual way."

Dillan appeared to be perplexed and took a second to consider his response before answering. There was much he had yet to tell his roommate and he did not wish to reveal too much too fast.

"Alex, I don't mind if you think about me that way."

This time it was Alex's turn to look confused. As he continued to stare upward into Dillan's large, inquisitive, blue-green eyes - eyes that displayed uncompromising concern, affection, and yes, a little bit of worry - he found himself becoming lost in them and struggled to find his voice.

"You don't?"

"No, but I think you're putting the cart before the horse, little buddy. All I wanted to do was take a look at your dick because I've never seen anybody get that wet. Actually, this is more like one of your science experiments than anything sexual. Come on, Alex. Pull it out and let me look."

These reassuring words, together with the seemingly never-ending lock he maintained with Dillan's warm, caring eyes, caused a portion of Alex's psyche to soften in response. Though hesitant, his shaky right hand began inching toward his zipper, fumbling around for the tab. After lowering it, he reached inside to flip his wet, aching erection into the open.

And he did this all without ever breaking eye-contact with his roommate.

Once it was free, Dillan sat on the edge of the bed and assertively pulled his friend closer, positioning him for a better look at his tackle. For a short moment, Alex wondered if his buddy was about to put it in his mouth.

This was, of course, not his plan. Dillan had been speaking the truth when he mentioned being curious. He moved his face closer to the pulsing organ in front of him, his inquisitive eyes scanning every inch of the rigid cylinder of flesh, as if studying the filled-to-capacity erection, every bluish vein and every wrinkle of the hood of foreskin, which still shrouding the gooey crown.

Alex felt a contraction begin, initiated by his growing sexual needs and the strange emotions caused by Dillan's scrutiny. This tightening of his groin forced more moisture up through his pipe-work and as it slipped from the small, vertical opening it gathered for a moment before the weight of the drop forced it lower, now dangling from the tip of his penis and looking something like a bead of dew at the end of a delicate strand of spider's silk.

Dillan watched, almost afraid to speak for fear he would spook his already emotionally fatigued friend. As the filament of crystalline goo stretched and lengthened, it reflected the tremors in Alex's rampant erection, bouncing and shaking well beyond his ability to control.

After more than a minute spent staring, Dillan had to say something.

"S-H-I-T," he whispered, fully in awe of this spectacle. "Do you always do that?"

Alex winced at the question, as well as the examination Dillan was giving his out-of-control manhood. He shifted his weight clumsily, causing the thread of dewy prefuck to elongate further and the ball of slime at the end to swing between his knees.

"Yeah, most of the time..."

Inside his groin another determined ripple of muscle activity occurred, increasing the volume of liquid escaping his cock. This shimmering pearl was considerably larger than the first and flowed out more rapidly, following the path taken by its predecessor. The combined mass of the two droplets strained the tensile strength of the wispy, sticky strand, and in the end, the delicate thread hanging from the many folds of Alex's foreskin was severed, sending the accumulated precum plummeting to the carpet between his feet in exquisite silence.

"Awesome," Dillan whispered again. "Dude, that is fucking incredible! I wish I could do that."

"You do?" asked Alex, sounding quite skeptical. "I think it's kind of aggravating. You can't imagine how embarrassing it can be. High school was a total nightmare. I had to keep a paper towel tucked inside my underwear."

Dillan chuckled at the thought of poor, horny Alex as a teenager, walking around his high school buildings with a raging boner, a paper towel shoved down his pants to sop up his surplus dick-sap. He tilted his head upward, attempting to accurately determine his roommate's current mental state. Alex still looked as if he were about to pass out from apprehension. Nevertheless, Dillan wanted to try something and felt that his instincts were correct on this occasion.

"Alex, do you trust me?" he asked.

"Yeah, you know I do," the trembling boy muttered.

"Then I need you to trust me now. OK?"

"What are you gonna do?"

Instead of answering, Dillan raised his hands to the top of his roommate's jeans, using his fingers to deftly undo the fastener and allowing the garment to drop to his ankles. Alex tried to back away, but Dillan intervened with haste, delivering a painless swat to his backside and a firm, but simple vocal command.

"Stand still, Alex."

Once he stopped resisting, Dillan skillfully pulled the waistband of his buddy's boxers away from his body. Then, without touching his damp, leaky cock, he reverse threaded it back through the fly, trying to prevent the fabric from wiping off any excess fluid. With that task complete, he lowered Alex's boxers to his ankles and gestured to indicate he should step free of them.

Now standing in only a t-shirt, the video camera still in his hands, Alex felt his erection begin to throb with increased urgency. He knew it would soon be dripping with renewed vigor.

Dillan looked upward and noted his roommate's expression. Given how much he genuinely cared for Alex, far more than he had yet to admit, it bothered him that the young man still seemed so fearful.

"Jesus Alex, would you just calm down already?" he asked with a great deal of tenderness. "You look scared to death!"

"Why are you doing this? I thought we were supposed to be filming you."

"I'm just curious, dude," Dillan answered as he allowed his eyes to once again focus on his roommate's turgid cock. "This is interesting to me."

Dillan considered asking for permission before his next action, but was afraid that in his current state of anxiety, Alex would just say no. Instead, he lifted his right hand and used only his fingertips to delicately caress the firm shaft jutting out in front of him. Alex sucked in his breath and closed his eyes, not wholly believing that Dillan was touching him there, his most private of places, a place where only two other men had gone before.

With agonizing slowness, he felt Dillan's fingertips ease his foreskin back, little by little revealing the pink, steamy head concealed underneath.

Suddenly a fresh torrent of thick, slippery fluid was spilling onto the floor between Alex's bare feet.

"SHIT, dude!" Dillan exclaimed in astonishment. "You're a motherfucking juice factory! I'm gonna have to start calling you `Puddles'!"

"Oh god Dillan," Alex groaned in frustration, "Don't you fucking dare! Can we get back to filming you now?"

"Yeah, yeah -- in a minute, but I've got one more question. How long will you ooze like this?"

"...Until I cum," Alex admitted. "Please stop touching it."

Dillan, his curiosity sated for the moment and sensing that his roommate was about to shut down emotionally, nodded and moved back to the bed in order to resume his jerk off session. Alex reached for his boxers, on a mission to hide his shame before beginning to film.

"Leave `em off, dude," Dillan commanded.

"I'd feel more comfortable with some clothes on. I let you look. I even let you touch it. Please let me get dressed."

Though Dillan was completely inexperienced with the nuances of male-male sexual behavior, there was something peculiar about the way Alex was talking to him. He couldn't understand why his roommate was begging for permission to get dressed. If Dillan were the one naked and worried over being exposed, he would simply put his clothes back on - no matter what ANYONE told him. Intrigued by this thought, he decided to try an experiment.

"I can't really explain it, but I like looking at you all horned up like that. Besides, you'll just get your shorts all gooey. Come on, Alex. Leave `em off..."

Resigned to his fate, at least for this evening, Alex obeyed and kicked both his jeans and boxers out of the way, mainly so he wouldn't trip over them by accident while filming. Dillan stared at his friend while he cleared the floor of his discarded clothing, wondering where this unexpected attack of compliance had come from.

Now that he was no longer the center of attention (or so he thought), Alex was able to calm his nerves enough to get into the task of recording footage for Dillan's new video. Just when he was beginning to get comfortable, Dillan asked another question, throwing him off balance yet again.

Alex didn't know it at the time, but he was being tested.

"Hey buddy, could you take off your t-shirt for me?"

"Huh? Why do want me to do that?"

"I wanna see you all the way naked. But it doesn't matter anyway, dude. I don't need a reason. Just do it..."

Though this made no sense whatsoever to Alex, protesting seemed somewhat pointless. After all, the most lewd parts of his body were already on display. Removing his shirt didn't seem like that big of a deal. He could not have been more mistaken. As he submissively pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it into the corner along with his jeans and boxers, he inadvertently confirmed his true psycho-sexual nature to his ever more enlightened roommate.

After a few more minutes, Dillan spoke again...

"Dude, I gotta say -- you're pretty fucking cute naked."

This observation struck Alex like a thunderbolt from a cloudless sky, not at all the type of thing a straight guy would say.

"Dillan, I don't understand what's gotten into you tonight. Why are you so interested in my body?"

"I don't know," Dillan lied, not certain his roommate could handle the truth just yet. "I can't explain it either. All I know is that I'm getting really turned on from watching you - weird, huh?"

Though this statement was a deceit, all of Alex's experiences with Dillan led him to believe his roommate was speaking the truth. Therefore, he couldn't comprehend why the sight of his naked, aroused, and increasingly moist body would be pushing Dillan closer to orgasm.

But it was...

Less than five minutes later, Dillan was close enough to stop and inform his roommate of his impending climax.

"Dude, I'm `bout ready to nut. How do you think we oughtta do this?"

During the last few minutes, Alex's nerves had settled to a great extent, replaced by unimaginable horniness. His aching, slippery erection was drooling continuously from his crotch, leaving a trail of goo everywhere he stepped. As much as he hated to admit it, he was as turned on as he'd ever been in his life, even more aroused than during his previous, though limited, sexual experiences. He considered the problem of how to film Dillan's cumshot and had a flash of inspiration.

"Wait just a minute. I'll be right back."

Alex bolted from the bedroom, his wet cock slapping from side to side as he moved, leaving droplets of prefuck in his wake. He sprinted to the kitchen and snatched a bar towel from where it hung over the handle of the oven. While running back to the bedroom, he simultaneously wrapped the cloth around the bulk of the camera, leaving the lens unobstructed.

"What are you doing?" Dillan asked, unsure as to Alex's plan.

Uncharacteristically excited and taking more initiative than he had the entire evening, Alex began issuing instructions.

"Get up on your knees. No, move closer to the edge of the bed."

Once Dillan was in place, Alex squatted on the floor, his oozing erection jutting out obscenely from between his legs. He then aimed the towel-shielded camera upward at his roommate, zooming in on his primed-to-unload cock.

"OK," Alex continued. "Go ahead and cum..."

Dillan was stunned by this request. He could only assume that Alex hadn't fully thought it through.

"Dude, in this position it'll get all over you."

Alex lowered the camera for a moment, a look of complete disbelief pasted across his face.

"Dillan, I'm gay -- a little cum isn't gonna kill me. Just try not to hit the lens or it'll gunk up the glass and we'll miss every shot after that."

"Are you sure, man?" Dillan asked skeptically while beginning to stroke again. "You know how much I cum."

Alex shook his head in earnest. He was sure. He'd never been more certain of anything in his life.

At that precise moment, while staring down at his energized roommate, a kind of switch went off in Dillan's mind. Despite his hidden feelings, he had never intended to shoot his jizz on Alex tonight; rather, he'd assumed that his orgasm would be filmed in a manner similar to the first video. But when he saw the passionate, undeniable hunger in his friend's eyes, his plans changed.

In order to get the best angle for recording his ejaculation and to avoid drenching the camera, he would need to aim for Alex's face. This thought caused his balls to leap upward within his scrotum, preparing for the looming, massive discharge to follow.

"I'm gonna shoot," he whispered, giving his friend one last chance to change his mind and move out of the line of fire.

The boy remained steadfastly in place.

Now knowing his roommate wanted to take his cum as much as Dillan wanted to give it, the fledgling porn-star prepared his body for release.

Alex was about to get his very first facial.

The first blast exploded from Dillan's cock with every bit as much force as Alex remembered from watching the first video, slamming into his cheek with an audible "smack". The second hit the right lens of his wire-rimmed glasses, the strength of the shot actually forcing the feather-weight spectacles farther up the bridge of his nose and leaving them somewhat askew on his face. Dillan giggled a bit, even during mid-orgasm, at the sight of his best friend's glasses covered in steamy, white jizz. Determined to let his roommate witness the rest of his cumshot, he made a point to leave his left lens unsullied. As his climax continued, more and more of Alex's face became soaked with Dillan's warm nut and by the time he was at last spent, there was scarcely an inch of flesh remaining that was not coated with semen.

As the final few shots were sailing from his cock, Dillan looked down at his roommate's erection and found it twitching out of control. He knew the poor bastard needed to cum in the worst possible way and wanted to help, fearful that Alex's nerves would take over again and he wouldn't allow himself to find relief while still in Dillan's presence. High from both his own intense orgasm and his previously consumed weed, he jumped from the bed and took the camera from Alex's hands.

Without a word, Dillan used a single bony finger to smear the sticky globs of spooge around his roommate's defiled face, gently easing the juice toward his lips. Affectionately, but with unmistakable persistence, he pried open his best friend's mouth and worked the slimy digit inside. After extracting his finger and gathering up more, he repeated this action, smiling as Alex lapped up his still-warm cum.

"Go ahead and jerk off, Alex. Don't argue with me -- just do it..." he whispered, fully expecting his roommate to protest.

But Alex was beyond objection by now. He was totally naked and squatting before his towering, skinny roommate, licking spent jizz from his finger while fisting his own unrelenting cock. After eating only two additional scoops of cum, Alex began to ejaculate on the floor between his knees, his entire frame trembling at the sensations this particular orgasm brought his to body. Dillan used his probing finger like a windshield wiper to clear the spooge from Alex's glasses, in part so that he could look up and see him better.

There seemed to be some new passion present in Alex's eyes, though the precise emotion was difficult to decipher. Was it admiration, fear, anxiety, simple gratitude or, dare he hope, devotion?

Once Alex stopped shaking, Dillan smiled down at him. It was a friendly smile, as Dillan's smiles typically were, but Alex knew something had changed tonight.

Whether that change was for good or ill, he couldn't yet determine.

"Wow, buddy -- that was hot as fuck!" Dillan observed. After a cavernous yawn, he added, "Shit, I'm beat. We can just watch the video in the morning if that's OK with you. I need to get some sleep."

Before leaving, he knelt on the floor beside his roommate, looked him directly in the eyes and asked...

"Are you gonna be alright?"

Alex shook his head without a sound to indicate "yes". Dillan grabbed his chin with one hand and smiled again. This time, Alex thought he detected more than brotherly affection in his roommate's facial expression.

"And you're still my best bud, right?"

"Of course," Alex answered, the words catching in his throat as he tried to speak them. "We're fine, I promise."

With that said, Dillan abruptly stood, turned, and made his way to the futon, leaving Alex still on his knees and grasping his own cock, a half-eaten load of his best friend's jizz still coating his face, wondering what the hell had just happened. After unwrapping the camera, he used the bar towel to wipe off his cheeks and sop up the mess between his legs.

Satisfied that both his face and the floor were clean enough for the time being, he climbed into bed and worried himself to sleep.

END OF PART ONE

OTHER STORIES BY RickyF -- All may be found by looking under that name in the "Authors" section.

"Game Night" -- Completed -- Full text in archive. "Manipulated" -- Completed -- Full text in archive. "Brian's Visit" - Completed - Full text in archive. "Fresh out of Training" - Completed - Full text in archive. "Teaching Daniel" -- Completed -- Full text in archive. "Camping with Joey" -- Only chapter one is posted.